Okay, so this was originally added with the next chapter but I feel as if its a bit too long. If you're still reading, I love you to death. Stay safe Xx
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"Um, I'm sorry." I say, backing up. He smiles.
"No biggie, love. Nice to meet you. What's your name, again?" At least he isn't shy.
"I'm Harry." I say softly, staring down at the ground.
"As Liam has so kindly introduced," I can tell without looking up that he is giving Liam a pointed look. "I'm Louis. Louis Tomlinson." He talks to Liam on and on, his voice becoming a pleasant him in the background.
"Harry. Harry." A hand waves in front of my face, vying for my attention. "Ready for lunch?" Liam asks. I glance up and nod.
"So, what do you like? To eat, I mean." We stop by the door, to intercept the other boys whenever they decide to walk in. Of course, my nerves are completely fried. First meeting Liam, then Louis, and now three more? I hate attention. I don't like for people to look at me, to meet new people, or to talk to new people.
I guess I'm what you could call an introvert. "Ayyyeeee mate!" A voice suddenly snaps me out of my thoughts, and my eyes drift up slowly to see two boys enter the cafeteria, hugging Louis and Liam. One of them is blonde, and whenever he speaks, he has a strong Irish accent. He doesn't notice me at first, as I sort of cower behind Liam.
The other however, sees me automatically, and waves, before hugging Louis tightly. "Nick!" Payne says to the boy, whom I might add is almost as attractive as Louis. The blonde is pretty damn lovely too.
"I'm Niall Horan. Pleasure to meet ya, mate." The blonde steps forward, shaking my hand firmly. I try to avoid his eyes, but they catch mine. Bright blue, small flecks of green and a dark gray. I inhale, absorbing his facial features. Hot as fuck.
"I'm, em, Harry Styles." I say, pulling my hand from his and slipping both of them into my back pockets. He smiles.
"Nice to meet you." He grins warmly at me, revealing adorable green braces.
"Are you straight, mate? I'm Nick." Are his first words, and all four pairs of eyes are on me, awaiting my response. I shift, uncomfortable.
"Uhm..." I trail off.
"You waited on me! About time someone noticed my beauty and appreciated it." A voice suddenly says, and a finger pops in my face. "It was you, wasn't it? Making them wait? I like you. I'm Zayn." The finger disappears as his whole tattoo clad arm snakes around my neck. I peer right at him.
Ho.Ly.Fu.Ck. I legitimately can't breathe right at this moment. The boy standing next to me, his arm casually thrown about my shoulders, is just...wow. Talk about liquidy brown eyes, as soft as Liam's, paired with a darker skin colour. The hair... long yet slicked upwards and back in a way that just...wow. Then, you take in his cheekbones, which could cut you, if you had the utmost honor of touching this Gods face. Long eyelashes... Just fuck.
"I'm, um, H, Harry. Harry, um...Styles?". My voice raises an octive at the end, making it seem more like a question. "Harry Styles." My voice loses some of its shakiness, but it's still evident.
He smirks. "Pleasure." I blush and stare at the ground once more, yanking my sleeves over my hands. He finally detatches himself when we walk to the line for food. I kind of miss his arm a bit, but I don't say anything. That'd be sort of akward.
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So yeah, now it's shorter, sorry love.
All my love, x
